Wednesday, June 11, 2008

The Shit Will Hit The Fan Now

It all started with a phone call.

Sunday afternoon my phone rang. The caller ID said it was my daughter, who was due to sprog at any minute.

I picked up the phone, said hey there... silence, except for a tiny sob on the other end. I asked what was wrong. More quiet sobs. I asked again what was wrong. "n n n nothing. (sob)" What's going on, I asked, why are you crying? "I don't k k knowwwwww (sob)." Then why are you crying?? "I think my water broke - *whimper*." Ohhhh. I asked her was she sure she didn't pee herself? (I know, but it was funny at the time, hehe) Her response was, "I DON'T KNOW!!! *WAILLLLL*"

Turns out she hadn't peed herself.

Brooke Vegas, born Monday morning at approximately 8:30 a.m., 7 lbs. 15 oz.

Holy moley I'm a grandma.

But isn't she gorgeous.


Odat said...

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, she's beautiful! and so innocent!

Matt-Man said...

Yea!!! How cute...And I mean that, because regardless of what people say, most newborns are NOT cute. Cheers Deb and thanks for the comment!!

Brian J. said...

Remind your daughter it's never too late to think about dowries.

It never hurts to plan ahead.

Deb said...

Thanks matt-man for visiting back. I like your blog and will be going back often.

Mr. Noggle - as far as I can see it, the boys will be throwing presents at her to get her attention, no dowry will be needed (thank god). hehe

curmudgeon said...

Brooke Vegas?